Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,54

going to be easy sneaking in from the front either,” Swift observes.

A plan is formulating in my head. I smirk, suspecting how my suggestion will be received. “So I walk up to the front door.”

“Nah, Brother.” I take a second to note it’s the first time I’ve been called that by anyone from this chapter. “That’s not how this shit works. And you’ll be staying back this time. You’ve done your share.”

“No, I haven’t.” I grin. “Listen. Swift drives me back. I take a bottle of whisky or something as a thank you for helping me out. We distract them at the front, giving you a chance to creep in the back and dispose of the third man presumably guarding the girl.”

Swift’s looking at me carefully, but it’s Snatcher she addresses. “It could work. Preacher is listening. He can tell us who’s in the main room, hopefully both will come to the door. We’ll need to fool them—”

Snatcher interrupts her, suddenly changing his mind and now onboard with the plan. “You, Swift. You’re the one who wanted to come back and thank them for taking care of your man. It’s more the type of shit a woman would think of.”

Swift rolls her eyes, but nods. “I can do that.”

“Body armour,” Rascal warns. “You’re both to wear it. They’ve got five million plus riding on this. They might prefer to just shoot you and have done with it.”

“There’s the third man. One of them might be staying with the kid to make sure she doesn’t choke on the gag. He’s the unknown risk.” Snatcher is frowning. “He could hurt the kid, or try to escape, taking her with him.”

“Unless,” I butt in again interrupting Snatcher, “we get Tub to call him out. A dead body at his feet and a gun to his head can be pretty persuasive.”

“You know?” Swift says, a quirk to her mouth. “I kind of like the way Road thinks.”

13

Swift…

When Pip had first suggested partnering me with Road, I had several problems with the idea. First off, it wasn’t the man himself, but that I didn’t want to work with anyone at all. Then, I was prejudiced against the man from the Tucson club. What had he to offer except for his muscle? Couple that with the fact he wasn’t fighting fit right now, even that wasn’t going to be much help.

But he’s been the ideas man today. First, getting the bug planted in the house which had supplied vital information had been all down to him. Now he’s come up with a suggestion that would at least provide the opportunity for a distraction. I have to admit to being impressed, and maybe a little wary that we’ve become set in our ways. Sure, our normal formula gets results, but there’s something to be said for thinking outside the box. Maybe it is time to bring someone new on board to bring something else to the party. Of course, he’s the only one able to fake an impressive injury, but that thought about going back with a thank you gift? That’s not the way we normally operate.

I’ll admit to wanting to slap his face after he’d kissed me, but even that had been a good idea, as I’d heard with my own ears. Feds do not enthusiastically kiss their partners, but then, neither do Satan’s Devils. Then there is the tiny issue that I had enjoyed it. Which is strange as normally I don’t kiss.

I’ve never had the inclination to want a relationship. At school I’d seen girls go googly eyed when certain boys looked their way. As my teenage years passed, my friends had changed completely. Plans were dropped if a boy claimed their time instead. My best friend through primary then secondary school had been a great example of that. No longer the tomboy wanting to play football, she’d spent her days either over the moon when the flavour of the month had set his eyes on her or moping when his head turned a different way. What was worse, she’d dress and do her hair in the style her current boyfriend preferred.

My head had spun with the different personalities she adopted to keep a boy in tow. He wanted someone submissive? She could be that. Someone who was decisive? She’d make all the decisions.

Her degeneration into being someone another person wanted wasn’t restricted only to her. I saw examples to a greater or lesser degree all around me. I’d made up my mind I